Yes. I met my paternal grandfather at the top of our stairs in 1975. He died in 1953.

Is this really true? I believe in a lot of shit but have lost my faith in the existence of ghosts even though my parents both swear on the fact that my neighbors wifes ghost was sitting at our table in her night gown while our neighbor was using my dads van to dump her body.
The reason why I have lost faith in ghosts and poltergeists is all due to video camera age. The only thing you cannot find one legitimate video of is something supernatural. Ive looked.

Anyone who isn't a believer...please spend one night in a place like the Villisca Axe Murder House, the Sallie House, Missouri State Pen, or hell even the Savoy Hotel and then come back and tell me they aren't real.

Spirits and ghosts are one of those things you have to experience it to believe...I understand why there's skeptics.

So youve been to all those places and seen ghosts there? What did you see exactly?
I would LOVE to go there. And as much as I would like to see something i would bet 1000 bucks I stay all night and have a boring story to tell the next morning.

Lobb Cemetery
This evening a few friends and I visited Lobb Cemetery of Blue Springs, MO on somewhat of a whim after encountering an entry concerning it over at ForgottenUSA.

A little snippet of history (taken from here )

"Lobb Cemetery is one of the oldest cemeteries in Jackson County with

the first burial made on 6 January 1844. The internment was of John P.
CROW, 5 years old, who was the son of Jacob and Agnessa CROW. The old
story goes that the family had recently arrived from what is now Boyle
County, Kentucky near Danville, and had not as yet acquired land to
settle on. They were camped close to their friend Aquilla LOBB, whose
pioneer homesite was only a short distance to the northwest of the
present cemetery. Jacob and Agnessa went for a short visit to the
LOBBS leaving young John asleep. Near John was a kettle of hog fat on
the fire being rendered into lard. Hearing screams they rushed back to
find little John scalded by the hot grease from the overturned kettle.
He only lived for a short time."

Apparently there have been sightings of a little boy's ghost roaming the cemetery, which seems fairly reasonable considering the above story.

I would say that from what we encountered tonight it felt like the surrounding woods more so then even the cemetery were the true bearers of unsettled energy. We heard the steady thumping of something like a drum and a voice that could best be described as robotic, both coming from the depths of the forest. Also, my sister swore she heard the whole of the woods breathe.

So, in other words, you didnt see shit, and youre imagination ran wild.
That type of fun is why I set out to prove to people that ghosts were real, and pretty much came to the opposite conclusion.